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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.