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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.