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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.