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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.