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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Index,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.