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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.