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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Sound to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.