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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.