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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.