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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.