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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.