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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.