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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.