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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.