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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.