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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.