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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.