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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.