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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Index,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.