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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.