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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
UT,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Japan,
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.