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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.