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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.