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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.