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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.