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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.