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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Faust,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.