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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.