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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.