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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.