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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.