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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.