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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.