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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.