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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.