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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.