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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Magma,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.