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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Doors,
Crime,
John Cale,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.