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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.