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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.