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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.