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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.