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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.