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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.