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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.