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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Magma,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.