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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.