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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.