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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.