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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 The Index to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.