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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.