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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.