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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.