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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.