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 Mexico 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.