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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.