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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.