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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.