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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.