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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.