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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.