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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.