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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.