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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Cameo,
Faust,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.