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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.