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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.