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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
X-101,
the Association,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
PIL,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.