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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.