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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Japan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.