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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.