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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.