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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.