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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.