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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.