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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.