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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
MDC,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.