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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.