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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.