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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.