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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.