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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.