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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.