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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.