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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gong,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.