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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.