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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Mars,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.