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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Scrapy,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.