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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.