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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Mars,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.