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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Skriet,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.