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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Mars,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.