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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.