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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.