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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.