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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.