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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.