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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.