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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.