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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
MDC,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.