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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Gories,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.