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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.