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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.