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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.