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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.