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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.