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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.