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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.