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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
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.