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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.