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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.