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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.