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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.