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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.