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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.