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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.