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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-101,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
AZ,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.