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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.