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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Smog,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.