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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.