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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
CMW,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.