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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.