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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.