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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Japan,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.