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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Hood 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.