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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.