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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The Names,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.