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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.