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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Neu!,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.