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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths 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 jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.