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 South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.