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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.