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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.