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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 cv313 to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.