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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.