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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.