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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.