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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.