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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.