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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.