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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.