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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.