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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.