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 Angola and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.