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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Technova,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.