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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.