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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.