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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Associates,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.