Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.