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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.