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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.