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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.