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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.