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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.