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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.