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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.