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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.