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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.