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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.