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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.