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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.