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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.