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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.