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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.