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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Japan,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.