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 Austria and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.