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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
JFA,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.