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 Japan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.