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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.