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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.