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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.