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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.