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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.