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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joy Division 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.