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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Q65,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.