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 France 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.