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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.