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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.