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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Nico,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Standells,
The Move,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.