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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.