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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.