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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.