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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.