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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.