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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.