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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.