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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s 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 Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.