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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.