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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.