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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.