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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.