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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.