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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Q65,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Wire,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.