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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.