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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.