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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Can,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.