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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.