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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.