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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.