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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.