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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Nico,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Mars,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.