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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Faust,
Can,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.