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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.