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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.