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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.