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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.