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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Faust,
the Human League,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.