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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.