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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.