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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.