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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.