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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.