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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.