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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.