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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.