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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.