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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.