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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.