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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.