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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Swans,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Franke,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.