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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.