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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.