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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.