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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Erasure,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.