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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
DNA,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.