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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.