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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Index,
AZ,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.