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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.