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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Nas,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.