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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Scion,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.