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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.