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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.