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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.