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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Swans,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.