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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.