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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.