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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.