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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.