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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.