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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.