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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.