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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.