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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.