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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Doors,
UT,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.