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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 AZ to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.