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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.