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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.