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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.