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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.