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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
10cc,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.