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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Monks,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.