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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.