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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Lyres,
cv313,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.