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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.