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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Oneida,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.