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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.