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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.