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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.