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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.