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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.