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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.