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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.