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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.