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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.