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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.