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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Darondo,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.