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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.