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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.