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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.