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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.