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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.