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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.