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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.