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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Qualms,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.