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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.