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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Swans,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.