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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.