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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.