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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.