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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.