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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Faust,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.