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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.