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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.