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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.