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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.