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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.