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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.