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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.