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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.