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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.