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 Croatia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.