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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.