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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.