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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.