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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.