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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.