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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.