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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
JFA,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.