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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.