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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.