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 France and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.