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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Brick,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
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.