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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.