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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.