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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.