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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.