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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.