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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.