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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Visage,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.