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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.