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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Scion,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.