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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.