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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.