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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.