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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.