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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.