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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.