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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.