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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.