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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.