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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.