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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.