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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.