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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.