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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.