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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.