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 Afghanistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.