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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.