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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.