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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.