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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.