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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.