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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.