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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.