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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.