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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.