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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Lalann,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.