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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Ronan,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.