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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.