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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.