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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Index,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.