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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.