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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.