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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Erasure,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.