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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.