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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.