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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.