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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
JFA,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.