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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.