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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.