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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.