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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.