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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.