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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.