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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.