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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.