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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Associates,
Smog,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.