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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.