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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.