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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.