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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
cv313,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.