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 China and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.