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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.