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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.