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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.