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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.