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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Wire,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.