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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Fear,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.