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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.