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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.