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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.