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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.