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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Magma,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.