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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.