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 India and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.