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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.