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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.