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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.