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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.