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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Excepter,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.