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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.