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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.