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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.