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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.