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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.