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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.