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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.