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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.