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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.