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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.