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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.