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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.