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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.