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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.