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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.