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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.