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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.