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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Busters to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.