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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.