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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
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.