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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.