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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.