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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.