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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Index,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
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.