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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.