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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.