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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.