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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.