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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.