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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
New Order,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.