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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
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.