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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
The Human League,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.