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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.