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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Busters,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.