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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.