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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.