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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Josef K,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.