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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.