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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.