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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Brick,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.