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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Nico,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.