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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Scion,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.