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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.