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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Lalann,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.