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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.