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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.