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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.