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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.