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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.