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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.