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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.