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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.