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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Model 500,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.