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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.