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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Remains,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.