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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.