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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.