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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.