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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.