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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.