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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.