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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.