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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.