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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.