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 Norway 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Japan,
the Normal,
June Days,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Gong,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.