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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.