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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.