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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Unwound,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.