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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Subhumans,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Index,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.