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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.