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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.