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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.