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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.