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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crime to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.