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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.