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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.