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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.