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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.