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 Burundi and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.