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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.