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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.