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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
X-101,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.