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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.