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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.