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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.