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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.