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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.