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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.