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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Organ,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.