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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.