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 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.