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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.