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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.