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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.