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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.