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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.