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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Can,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.