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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.