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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.