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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.