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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.