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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.