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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.