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 Colombia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.