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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.