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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.