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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.