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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.