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 Niger and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.