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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.