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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.