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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.