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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Television,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.