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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.