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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.