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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.