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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Raincoats 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.