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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.