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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.