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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.