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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.