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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.