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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.