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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.