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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.