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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.