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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.