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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.