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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
PIL,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Crime,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.