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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.