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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.