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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.