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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.